"The first two floors are a whorehouse."
"Thank you, but I'm good."
"On the third floor is the cartel, their offices."
"Like a drug cartel?"
"Exactly, a drug cartel." He put a cigarette in his mouth but he did not light it. "That's what we deal with down here. The cartel has offices. You have a war on drugs, and we get shot. It is a mess. In Ciudad Juarez women are hunted. It didn't used to be like this. Maybe one day, it will not be like this again."
"I'm sorry."
Deocampo shrugged. "Go home. You cannot save anybody. I cannot save anybody. Go home to your family."
this is the moment when he realises that it's not just some lone wolf doing evil but that there is in fact a whole system, a real systematisation of the things he considers wrong, and that even those he considers good people do not have the power to change it